Bill Payne, Lowell George



Heard you got an infection

Just before your lewd rejection

Wait'll the shit hits the fan

You couldn't turn him down



Hold your address book above your knees

And kissed your soft legs there

He was on top of the pop stars

You couldn't turn him down



You were a sweet girl

When you were a cheerleader

But I think you're much better now



Bought a few reds from your neighboorhood dealer

And you passed out in the back of a car

You were too messed up to climb out

What if your old man had found out